Moving Waters

I started my day later than usual because I had some chores to finish at home, including roasting turmeric and preparing for my New Year’s haircut. After Norma tidied up the parts of my haircut I couldn’t reach, I headed out for a trail run, navigating muddy paths and steep climbs while adjusting my heart rate monitor. Along the way, I reminisced about past races, like the Chuckanut 50K, and the origin of terms like “chin scraper” for steep ascents. I encountered other hikers, dogs, and cyclists, reflecting on the camaraderie of the trail and the quirks of trail running. By the time I reached the top of Churchill Drive, I was ready to descend, feeling satisfied with the day’s adventure and already planning my next outing.